Even to be promoted from a low-level inferior demon to a little devil, it would take at least three hours.
As for more advanced forms, it can take more than ten hours.
Therefore, for a fallen soul like Erinikas, who attracted extra attention from the plane's will and was even destined to become a unique form of archdevil, the transformation process would inevitably take more than twenty hours.
Especially the source of sin and hatred formed after the divine spark was extinguished. It was like a hungry beast, madly devouring the nutrients given to it by the entire hell plane.
Not only does it include the enormous divine energy obtained from squeezing souls, but it also contains the larvae that are transformed from countless mortal souls after their death in the hatching pits.
Normally, these larvae should have hatched into cannon fodder at the bottom of the food chain - inferior demons.
But now they have all become part of the body of a great devil that is about to be born.
Through the spherical shell formed by boiling magma, countless larvae inside are exploding one after another. Under the influence of some powerful force, they are turned into sticky "ketchup" and stirred together. They are constantly squeezed and solidified in a very precise way, and finally form a body whose rough outline can barely make out the human shape.
First the bones, then the internal organs, the circulatory system and the muscles...
Unlike the chaotic, disordered, completely random, and whatever-shaped evolution of the abyss demons, the devils' body shaping process presents an orderly beauty of an industrial assembly line from beginning to end.
Although each type of devil, especially high-level devils, tends to be greatly strengthened in all aspects.
But no matter whether it is a hellish demon or the lowest level inferior demon, there is not much difference in their inner nature.
This is why the former can use the ability of [Devil Shaping] to transform the latter into a more advanced devil form at will.
For example, twenty lesser demons can be transformed into two bone demons or three hook demons.
If necessary, they can even use twenty lesser demons to create another pit fiend.
But considering that this is equivalent to adding a potential competitor of the same level, the Hellfire Fiend would never do so unless it is in an emergency.
This homogeneity gives the Devil's Legion a great advantage in flexibility. It can transform the huge and bloated low-level Devil's Legion into a small and high-level elite at any time, and then complete a series of tactical coordination that seems incredible to outsiders.
And the conversion speed is very fast, often only taking one minute to complete.
The only drawback is that this transformation is irreversible.
Even a Pit Fiend or a higher-level Great Devil cannot turn the temporarily transformed Bone Demons and Hook Demons back into the original number of Lesser Demons.
Of course, there is no need to change back.
After all, the number of inferior demons is equal to the number of mortal souls that have fallen into hell, so it is extremely easy to replenish them.
The real problem that needs to be solved is how to assign corresponding positions to these converted intermediate and even high-level devils, to ensure that the strict hierarchy among devils and the absolute order within hell will not be shaken in the slightest.
However, the above problems did not exist in the ninth level of Zuo Si's rule.
Because anyone who is deemed a threat will soon be "interviewed" by the succubus queen, Mecanthus, which is actually just being thrown into a pool of shiny oil to take a bath.
When you come out, both your thoughts and consciousness will take a 180-degree turn.
Since all threats are eliminated in the bud, the political struggles and intrigues at the ninth level are far less intense than those at other levels, and the lawful tendency is maximized.
On the contrary, it is the evil tendency that seems slightly lacking to outsiders.
Several lords and devil dukes even criticized Zuo Si's way of ruling and the ridiculous election method in the huge cyberpunk city, thinking that it was neither "hell" nor "devil".
But Asmodeus knew full well what amazing benefits the city could bring every month.
The number of Soul Prisms obtained through trade alone amounts to millions or even tens of millions.
Not to mention that there are a large number of mortals who are lost in the wonderful feeling of feasting and drinking, where they can release their inner desires without restraint, and cannot extricate themselves, until they are willing to sign a contract to sell their souls in exchange for more money to maintain their current life.
This kind of environment where people continue to sink into depravity while enjoying happiness is much more effective than those methods that rely on threats, intimidation, seduction and temptation.
Asmodeus also noticed that the more materially abundant a society is, the more likely it is that human spirits will feel empty and lonely, and their faith and awe of the gods will continue to decrease.
Even many people who possess enormous wealth and power cannot help but have a strong desire to break taboos or even blaspheme God.
Many women and men in secret gatherings would dress themselves up as the incarnation of a certain god most often used, and then gather in groups of three or five to perform some unsightly acts.
In the eyes of the Lord of Hell, only this kind of dark soul formed by self-degradation can emit the most charming fragrance, and at the same time can squeeze out more energy.
According to this line of thought and logic, doesn't it mean that the richer and more developed the material world is, the easier it is for mortal souls to become corrupt and degenerate?
In fact, he has privately conducted similar experiments in a world controlled by the devil, trying to prove whether this set of methods is universal and worth promoting on a large scale.
If the results meet expectations, the devils will begin to drastically adjust their strategies to help the poor and backward world become rich.
Then they wield their sickles to harvest the souls of mortals in waves, just like farmers planting crops and herdsmen raising livestock.
As for the consumption of money and material things, the devils don't care.
While waiting, Asmodeus asked Zuo Si some questions about the future development and planning of cyberpunk cities. They also exchanged ideas on how to better stimulate the evil, greed, selfishness, and indulgence in human nature, as well as how to exploit those cunning subordinates to make them do more work.
Viconia, who was standing by, was sweating profusely after hearing this. Even her original strong feeling of hunger disappeared, leaving only deep fear and awe.
Even during the conversation, these two big devils standing at the top of the pyramid of power and authority in Baator Hell maintained their elegant manners and kind smiles from beginning to end.
But the content of the conversation made her, a dark elf who was regarded by other races as evil as that of demons, feel horrified.
Especially the contrast that cannot be described in words is more frightening than the madness, bloodthirstiness and tyranny of the spider goddess Rose.
After all, the evil of the latter is easy to feel.
However, the former disguises himself as a traditional "good guy" in the eyes of mortals, and induces them to fall into hell step by step while enjoying happiness.
Similarly, Viconia also discovered the state of the huge cyberpunk city, which is actually a super-enhanced version of the West Coast Empire.
Richer material conditions!
More variety of entertainment enjoyment!
There are also countless temptations everywhere!
Even if she knew the truth and lived in such an environment for a long time, she would probably not be much different from those residents who have already fallen.
After all, if you have to choose between happiness, dullness and pain, anyone in their right mind will choose the first one.
Because that is the most primitive instinct engraved in our genes.
Just when Viconia's brain began to overload, a violent vibration suddenly came from the hatching pit that was originally covered by magma.
The next second...
Boom!!! The entire hatching pit erupted like a volcano, sprinkling a large amount of liquid mixed with sticky blood and flesh into the air.
Countless things that looked like human faces appeared out of thin air on the walls inside the hatching pit, and opened their mouths and let out shrill screams.
Along with screams, a humanoid creature that was more than three meters tall and extremely thin finally flew out slowly from the bottom of the deep pit.
He has huge bat wings that are standard for a devil, a hooked tail with a poisonous smell, and his hands and feet have all turned into sharp claws, but there are no horns on his head.
Or rather, there was no head at all. There was only a swirling black hole that kept spinning under the leather hood, as if leading to a void and different dimension.
There is no doubt that this faceless devil is the completely transformed Erinikas.
"Ah! It seems the surprise has finally been revealed.
Congratulations, my young friend, you have a new capable man under your command.
But before that, you may have to solve a small problem."
Asmodeus looked at Erinikas' empty face and smiled playfully.
Just as expected.
The latter was obviously in a very delicate state at this moment.
The first thing he did when he landed on the ground was to open his mouth and ask in a flat tone: "Who am I? Why can't I see anything and feel anything?"
"What's going on?"
Zuo Si clearly showed a very confused expression.
If this situation happened to the demon from the Abyss, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit strange.
After all, anything can happen in that chaotic place.
But the problem is that hell belongs to the plane of order, and normally accidents are absolutely impossible to happen.
Asmodeus answered without hesitation: "As the soul holder, you should know best what happened to him, right? Now this devil transformed from a lost soul needs a new identity to redefine himself.
And you are the only master who can give him this definition.
Be it a fragment of memory or something you once cherished and used.
In short, you have to pay something to get this capable subordinate.
Now that the mystery has been solved, I can go back with peace of mind.
If you have the chance, remember to get more of these super high quality souls in the future.
They can greatly enhance the power of the entire plane."
After saying that, the Lord of Hell disappeared on the spot and teleported away.
Because he had seen this unique form of the great devil transformed from a quasi-god, and he also knew the power that the other party gained from extinguishing the divine spark.
"Things you once treasured and used?"
Zuo Si lowered his head and thought for a moment, then quickly remembered the mask he had torn off from Erinikas's face when they had a falling out, and hurriedly dug it out.
[Mask of Erinikas]
Increases the spell slot from level 1 to 9 by 1 Provides permanent acceleration effect to the wearer
Intelligence attribute plus 5
Spell resistance increased by 20
There is a 10% chance that after successfully casting a spell, a super magic skill - spell twinning will be triggered, turning the original spell into two identical spells instantly. This mask is exclusive to Erinikas, and no one else can obtain the powerful magic power contained in it.
When this mask that looked like a human face appeared, the big devil who was standing motionless not far away seemed to have noticed something, and immediately walked over and slowly stretched out his bony claws.
"Give it to me, give it to me, I can feel that it belongs to me."
"Why don't you just rob it?"
Zuo Si looked at the other person's face with interest, which was as empty as a whirlpool black hole.
Erinikas was silent for a moment and then replied, "I can't do that. Because I need to be given and redefined, and that's something only you can do."
"So I am your master, right?" Zuo Si continued to test.
"Yes. The moment you handed the mask to me, you gained absolute control over me. This is a clause clearly stated in the contract, and I cannot violate it at all."
After saying this, the devil Erinikas stopped making any sound and just waited for the result in silence.
Zuo Si was still quite confident in the binding force of the rules of hell.
After all, the Primordial Covenant explicitly granted the devil the power to dispose of legally acquired souls at will.
So he just handed over the mask.
As a result, the moment Erinikas got the mask, he became extremely excited and started shouting like a madman, and then put the mask on his face, which was left with only a vortex-shaped black hole.
moment!
The mask, which was originally just a layer of dead skin, was quickly infused with vitality and merged perfectly with the head and neck, looking no different from before.
But the weird thing is that although his face looks like an elf, the rest of his body is completely devilish.
At first glance, it can seem very scary and incongruous.
In addition, after putting on the mask, Erinikas finally showed obvious changes in his emotions, no longer as cold as a machine as before.
"I remember it all! I once had two names, Johnarès and June Irenicus.
They represent two completely different stages of life.
And now I have been transformed into a devil because of the contract I signed."
"You can actually recall all your memories as a mortal?"
Zuo Si was obviously surprised.
Because the soul goes to the outer planes for reincarnation after the death of the body, it is theoretically impossible to retain complete memories.
Whether it is hell or abyss with evil tendencies, or heaven or paradise with good tendencies.
Generally speaking, it is already a great achievement for a soul to retain even a small fragment of memories from its mortal period.
Orcus, one of the three giants of the abyss, relied on the slight advantage brought by his fragmentary memories as a necromancer in his previous life to kill other competitors and slowly crawled from a larva to his current position.
Erinikas raised his paw and gently touched the extremely inconsistent face, and said in a nostalgic tone: "No, this is not a recollection or a memory, but it is given by this mask. Once I lose my face, I will forget everything in an instant."
"I see! This is what it really means to be empowered and redefined..."
Zuo Si immediately understood Erinikas' current condition and the abilities he possessed as a unique form of great devil.
Without the mask, this guy is like a robot without any personality or thinking, and only acts according to underlying logic.
The mask is like a software system that gives it personality and thinking.
When given the Mask of Erinikas, he becomes that powerful elven high mage;
But if it were a mask made from the face of a powerful warrior, then this guy would also acquire the warrior's personality and thinking patterns.
Most importantly, this ability will be superimposed on the Archdevil's own basic abilities.
Therefore, Erinikas's swirling black hole face actually reflects his inner self that is constantly sinking and falling until he completely loses himself.
I have to say, this situation is really quite interesting.
It is even more powerful herself than Farrow, the ace spy who can split his personality infinitely, and Isadora, who has cloned in large numbers and is absorbing each other.
But Zuo Si obviously didn't have much time to conduct various experiments at this moment. After making it into a card for the Planeswalker, he took the starving Viconia back to the Mage Tower.
…
At the same time, far away on the edge of Anauroch, the largest desert in the north of Faerun, a huge floating city floated above the clouds.
Orvo, the great arcanist left over from the Netheril era, is commanding a group of mages, warlocks, apprentices, and constructs to continuously expand outward around the center where the Core of Mysera is placed.
At present, most of the buildings near the center have been completed.
Although it looks a bit empty due to the lack of residents, it does not prevent everyone involved from feeling excited and full of anticipation.
After all, for the vast majority of spellcasters on the continent of Faerun, Netheril, to some extent, represents the pinnacle of human magical civilization and is the golden age that countless wizards yearn for.
Although Netheril is still a long way from the magical power of the elves at their peak.
The floating city is one of the most iconic and recognizable things of this era.
It is equivalent to a flag. When it is raised again, it will inevitably attract many people to join it.
The time and energy he spent on the floating city was several times or even dozens of times more than the Kadarin magic stone vein, which Zuo Si considered to be more important.
Of course, the great arcanist did not relax his vigilance towards this important mineral vein, but used magical power to build a solid stone fortress above the mine.
Not only did he let one of his descendants take charge, he also stuffed more than two thousand undead creatures in to ensure safety.
Several desert tribes that wanted to come and plunder were killed by the swarming undead army before they could even get close to the city wall.
Even his body and soul after death were transformed into one of them.
Knowing the situation of this land that once belonged to the rule of Netheril, Ovo never thought that those seemingly fierce desert tribes and bandits would be any threat.
What he was really worried about were the enemies who were hiding and completely invisible.
In particular, there have been several recent reports of very suspicious individuals appearing near the surrounding desert oases, questioning the locals about the Great Desert of Enorok.
Thinking of this, the Archmage turned his eyes away from the noisy construction site and turned to ask his assistant, "Has the people we sent out not yet caught these suspicious targets?"
"Sorry, Master, there is no good news yet.
The other party seems to be very alert and will choose to run away immediately if he finds something wrong.
And according to the description of the wizard who participated in the hunt, the target will disappear completely after escaping into the shadows, and it is suspected that it has the ability to travel between the real world and the shadow world. "
The lich quickly told the situation he knew.
It is not difficult to see from his respectful attitude that he actually has great respect and admiration for this "old senior".
After all, Ovo's attainments in necromancy can be said to have reached the pinnacle, and a few words of advice from him can benefit other necromancers for life.
"Escape into the shadows? Can you travel between the real world and the shadow world?" Ovo was stunned for a moment, then quickly frowned. "It's a bit strange. This is not good news."
The lich asked in confusion: "Aren't they just a few suspicious spellcasters using the Shadow Weave? Is it necessary for you to be so nervous?"
Owo explained grimly, “If it’s just one or two, it’s certainly not worth getting nervous about.
But the problem is there are too many of these guys.
And did you notice that the area where they appear most often is actually on the Thirst Bars north of the Scimitar Peak Mountains.
This is almost the largest basin in the entire desert.
If someone wanted to create a large lake and an area suitable for farming through magic, this would be the best choice."
While he was speaking, the great arcanist used magic to create a map made of illusions out of thin air and marked the location of "Thirsty Sandbank" on it.
It is easy to see from the map that under the scimitar-shaped mountains in the south of the desert, there is a huge basin with a small blue pattern representing water in the center.
During Netheril's most glorious period, this place was one of the most important granaries of the entire civilization, and the tiny, almost invisible blue dot was once a lake with abundant water resources.
But now, with the collapse of the environment, this lake has changed from a freshwater lake to a very small saltwater lake due to the evaporation of the sun day after day, and is surrounded by large areas of saline-alkali areas.
Several powerful tribes occupied the salt lake and collected salt to exchange for daily necessities with passing merchants or other tribes.
It can be said that the Thirsty Sands is the only place in the largest desert on the continent of Faerun that is barely suitable for human survival.
If Zuo Si saw the mark on the map, he would definitely recognize at a glance this so-called "Thirsty Sandbank", which would be the "Shadow Sea" that would be occupied and transformed by the Ghost City in the future.
"You mean... the shadow magic web casters we found might be from the floating city that hid in the shadow world back then? Are they trying to find out the situation in the Anauroch Desert and prepare for their upcoming return?"
The lich finally reacted now, his tone filled with extreme shock and disbelief.
After all, this floating city has disappeared from people's sight for too long, and many historians and scholars have begun to speculate that the residents inside may have been killed by the terrible undead creatures in the shadow plane and turned into monsters.
Ovo nodded slightly: “Yes.
After all, ordinary shadow creatures would not immediately turn around and run away after encountering a living person.
Instead, they would be driven to attack by uncontrollable hatred.
Being able to escape means being smart and rational.
I suspect that Telramant Tanshul most likely made a deal with some evil, dark goddess when he entered the Shadow Plane.
Those suspicious individuals using the Shadow Weave may be the result of the transaction.
Otherwise, any normal arcane spellcaster would not easily give up the magic web woven by the goddess of magic and choose to embrace the shadow magic web with huge flaws and loopholes. "
"Oh my god! If this is true, then aren't we facing a huge threat that has been accumulating power in the shadow plane for thousands of years?"
There was a hint of nervousness in the lich's voice.
After all, if we calculate the time, if the Lord of the City of Ghosts, Telramant Tanshul, is still alive, he would be at least more than 2,800 years old now.
The floating city has been in the shadow plane for more than 1,700 years.
According to the law that the longer a wizard lives, the more powerful he tends to be, no one knows what incredible magical power the Supreme City Lord now possesses.
But Ovo said sarcastically with disdain, "What are you afraid of! Telramant Tanshuul is just a waste who has forgotten the glory of Netheril and kowtowed to the gods.
He has a floating city, so why don't we have one? Take a good look at what you are standing on. What's more, we have a huge empire with a vast territory, strong military power, and the ability to train mages continuously. "
While he was speaking, Ovo used communication magic to send the message to Zuo Si, who was thousands of kilometers away.
On the other side, in the central hall of the Ghost City floating in the shadow plane.
As the supreme leader, Telramant Tanshur was sitting on his own throne, listening to the report from his most trusted and capable subordinate, Hajjona.
Standing around him were ten men of varying ages, but clearly related by blood based on their facial features.
Needless to say, these male members are the sons of the Supreme City Lord, and are also respectfully called the "Princes of Ghosts".
Among them, Revalan Tanshul, the eldest son and the elect of Shar, was staring at Hajjona's back with a very cold and hostile look.
He was obviously very jealous that this outsider could gain his father's trust and be valued so much, and even have a higher political status than himself.
But Hajijona acted as if he had seen nothing of it, and just explained the intelligence he had compiled in the most concise and clear way.
Because the position he currently holds is actually equivalent to that of the prime minister, who is second only to the emperor.
As long as Tailamante still trusts him as always, it doesn't matter how the other Gintama princes make trouble.
"According to the reports from the spies we sent out, there aren't many valuable things left on the ruins of the Netheril Empire except for the endless yellow sand and the completely degraded barbarians.
If you want to rebuild Netheril on this land, the only place you can use is a basin called the Thirst Sands.
As long as a huge freshwater lake is created through magic, thousands of square kilometers of land around it will become suitable for farming and can feed a certain number of people.
In addition, there is a kingdom called Cormyr in the south of the desert. It not only has rich land but also a large population, making it a very good target for conquest.
As long as we occupy the country, we can continue to expand to the northeast and annex areas such as Sembia and the Valley.
One of the latter is in the midst of a civil war, and the other has been in a state of division for a long time. It is impossible for them to withstand our fierce attack..."
Just as Hajehona pointed to the map he had just drawn and talked about his plan, a ghost prince, Yada Tanshuer, stood up and questioned, "Why choose the Kingdom of Cormyr, Sembia and the Valley? From a geographical point of view, aren't the North, West Heartland and the Dragon Coast better targets? And once we gain access to the sea, we can quickly build a strong navy."
Hajihona turned around and glanced at the prince who, like Rivalan, supported the Church of Shar in leading the City of Ghosts, and answered very straightforwardly: "Of course it's because of the West Coast Empire.
The places you just mentioned are either already territories of this powerful empire or are about to be annexed.
Therefore, any form of invasion could mean a brutal war.
Moreover, the other party has a considerable number of spellcasters of high levels, and the emperor of the empire himself is the elect of the goddess of magic, a legendary wizard and priest.
As the planner, I don't think it is a wise choice to confront such a powerful enemy right from the start."
"Tell me more about this West Coast Empire and that emperor. I would like to know more details about them."
After being silent for a long time, Telramante suddenly knocked on the armrest of the chair.
Seeing his father speak, Yada did not dare to continue to argue. He immediately bowed and took two steps back.
A hint of subtle mockery flashed in Hajjona's eyes, and he took out a few pages of paper covered with tiny handwriting, cleared his throat and read aloud: "The West Coast Empire is made up of the original Calinshan, Tethyr, Amn, and the vast land from Baldur's Gate to the Dragon Coast. It generally inherits the territory of the heyday of the Shane Dynasty.
It was established very recently and gained its legitimacy through a marriage.
The founder and current emperor, Soth, is a co-chosen person of the Goddess of Magic and the Goddess of Poison and Disease, and also calls himself a planeswalker.
There are so many experiences and rumors about him that 90% of them cannot be confirmed to be true or false for the time being.
So I have specially listed them all in timeline, you can read it yourself.
All I can say is that if half of this is true, we'd better never mess with him again."
After saying that, Hajihona took out two pieces of paper and handed them to the cold, expressionless and emotionless figure on the throne with both hands.
Telramant took it and quickly scanned the contents. A hint of emotion finally appeared in his dark and deep eyes. He asked directly, "Are you sure that these are things that mortals can participate in and do?"
“I’m not sure.
But considering that all of these events happened so close to now, the credibility should be high.
Because of this, I think it is wise to avoid direct conflict with the West Coast Empire as much as possible.
After all, the continent of Faerun is vast, and there are countless lands in the east for us to conquer and develop.
There is no need to risk heavy losses by going to war with another powerful empire."
Hajihona completely ignored the hostile looks of several Gintama princes who believed in Shar, and gave his suggestions solemnly.
It is not difficult to see from these words that he is not interested in the Church of the Goddess of Night at all, but is completely loyal to the Supreme City Lord alone.
Telramante squinted his eyes and stared at the map, seeming to be thinking and weighing the pros and cons.
Although he, like other ghost princes, had long since absorbed negative energy and transformed himself into a ghost form in order to prolong his life, he did not completely trust Shar deep down.
To be precise, there is even some caution in secret.
This can be seen from the fact that he used Haji Hona to suppress his eldest son, Revalan.
You must know that anyone who could become a great arcanist in the Netheril period was an absolute top genius.
In addition, the great arcanists at the time generally believed that gods were just the thoughts of stronger arcanists, which led to them often being very arrogant in their hearts.
Although Telramant surrendered to Shar on the surface, only he knew what he was thinking in his heart.
"Father, I think you have no need to be afraid of this newly established West Coast Empire and its ruler. Because the great goddess has blessed us with a secret weapon that is powerful enough to fight against it."
As he spoke, Revalan pulled out a black box inlaid with runes from his arms and carefully handed it to his father.
"This is..."
Telamante did not reach out to take it immediately, but stared at his eldest son with a slightly wary and puzzled look.
He knew very well that these sons were secretly planning to kill him and replace him.
The reason why no one has taken actual action yet is that the mutual restraints have formed a delicate balance.
Once the balance is broken, the eldest son in front of him, who has already become the chosen one of Shar, will certainly be very happy to be the first to perform the fatherly love and filial piety, and then present the City of Ghosts as a gift to his goddess.
"This is a gift! A gift from the great goddess! With it, our City of Ghosts can defeat all enemies and restore the glory of the Netheril era."
When saying this, Revalan's tone was extremely excited and fanatical, and his eyes revealed his infinite devotion to faith.
Seeing this scene, Telamante frowned subconsciously, but did not say much, just reached out and took the box.
Because making his eldest son believe in Shar was one of the deals he made with the goddess.
The original intention was to hope that Rivalan could resist temptation, stick to his original intention as an arcanist and continue to move forward on the path of magic.
But the result is that since joining the church, Rivalan's mage level has remained at LV11 and has never increased. On the contrary, the priest level has advanced by leaps and bounds to LV15.
He himself fell into an inexplicable religious fanaticism, and established a church in the City of Ghosts to continuously expand Shar's influence.
Despite being very upset with his eldest son, Telramante eventually opened the box.
As a result, when he saw the things inside, his pupils, which had not changed in thousands of years, suddenly dilated, as if he had seen something incredible.
Just a second later, the Supreme City Lord immediately snapped the lid shut, stood up, and asked in an unquestionable tone: "Are you sure this is a gift from the goddess to the City of Ghosts?"
"Yes, father.
The goddess has foreseen that we will face a powerful enemy.
That's why I grant you this weapon as a trump card to turn the situation around at the critical moment.
Perhaps the West Coast Empire and its emperor are indeed as difficult to deal with as Hajjona described.
But with the blessing of the great goddess of night, we will be the ones who win in the end.
So do not hesitate, it is time to return Shade to Faerun and announce to the world that Netheril is back."
Revalan raised his arms and shouted in an inspiring tone.
Maybe he felt that the power of the thing in the box was strong enough, or maybe he felt that with the goddess of night, Shar, on his side, he had a high chance of winning.
Anyway, after about a minute of silence, Telramant Tanshuul finally said in his majestic voice: "From this moment on, the entire City of Ghosts will enter the final preparation stage. Recall all those who are still exploring the Shadow Plane. In a month, we will return to Faerun to rebuild Netheril."
"As you wish, Supreme City Lord."
"Father, I promise that the whole world will tremble in fear under the powerful magic and military might of the City of Ghosts."
"That's right! They will surrender to us and sacrifice everything to rebuild Netheril!"
…
For a moment, the eyes of the ghost princes in the hall burst into a light of ambition.
After all, they stay in the floating city of the shadow plane all day long, and they basically have no room to do anything except fighting among themselves.
But now, once they return to the material world, these princes can expand their territory, develop their power, and form an army loyal to them.
Even if he cannot inherit the position of Lord of Ghost City in the end, at least he can become a provincial governor or establish his own kingdom.
Even Hajjona is no exception in this regard.
However, Telramant Tanshul did not care about this. Instead, he was pleased with his sons' "ambition" and carefully put the box close to his body.
As for what is inside, apart from him, probably only Rivalan knows.
Following an order from the Supreme City Lord, the Ghost City, which had been silent for more than a thousand years, was immediately mobilized.
Countless mages, warriors, and priests, under unified coordination and dispatch, entered a semi-wartime control state.
All applications for going out and transfer orders were rejected, and the sentry towers built in other places in the shadow plane were abandoned in a very short time.
The various ghost princes also took the opportunity to recruit some capable people to join their teams in preparation for the upcoming war of expansion.
No one noticed that in the invisible depths of the shadow plane, a pair of eyes emitting lavender light were watching their every move.
The owner of the eyes raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
(End of this chapter)
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